His head was covered with sweat, and his eyes were a little painful because of the stimulation of sweat droplets.

The captain used force to drive the reins, clamped the horse's belly with both legs, and the mount started another familiar sprint.

The formation of infantry opposite was slightly loose, but it was not as panicked as those before.

The cavalry captain roared, and he could hear the rumbling roar of the iron hooves of his subordinates who were following him knocking on the ground.

The enemy on the opposite side finally seemed to be shaken, and there seemed to be a gap between their queues.

But next, the cavalry captain saw a strange scene.

The enemy soldiers standing in the front row neatly knelt down and formed two rows of stairs with the soldiers in the back row.

Then, all the enemies raised rows of forest muskets.

Gonzalo swears that he had never heard such intense gunfire!

Even when the entire Sicilian array was volleyed, the earth-shaking shooting paled in comparison with the sudden burst of the enemy's left wing.

It’s not that the shooting is larger, but that there is such a dense gunfire just on such a short area.

This made Gonzalo even think that the Sicilians had concentrated all the muskets in that place.

Gonzalo just imagined what size of the musket force he had to shoot such fierce fire.

But before he could have any other thoughts, he was even more fierce than before, and even had a continuous shooting that had exceeded his imagination and resounded across the flanks of the front line.

The look on Gonzalo's face finally changed.

He turned his head and stared at the enemy's left wing.

There seemed a little far away because the Sicilians' front was even further behind.

However, now Gonzalo has vaguely stepped on the reason for the enemy's layout.

Relying on the tilted front, the Sicilian left wing could contact the enemy later, which gave them the opportunity to calmly arrange behind the front line.

But how did that Gombre know that he would attack his left wing first, rather than closer to his right wing?

In addition, what terrible traps did the Sicilians prepare behind the front line?

"To make Gonzalo think that our left wing will have a better breakthrough, we must invest enough troops in the central part. Only in this way can he give up this plan because he is worried that he may be counterattacked by attacking the right wing."

Ruosha looked at her and breathed lightly.

Before that, when she saw the enemy cavalry moving, she was so nervous that she held the command staff's hand so hard that it hurt.

In order to force the Castiles to give up attacking the right wing, she even threw some of the grenadiers into the battlefield in advance.

And she prepared two gifts for the Castile on the left wing.

Two powerful grenade companies.

And the more fierce and cruel continuous fire musket company.

"Next, it's up to my grenade."

Although he always paid attention to the battlefield where the front line was killing sounds, Ruosha's eyes were occasionally attracted by somewhere on the right side of the front line.

The rounds of shooting have gradually numb the soldiers in the formation.

Pour in gunpowder, compact bullets, and fill the medicine pool. The soldiers of the Model Army repeated these monotonous actions repeatedly.

The musketeers had retreated into the phalanx, and with the cover of the phalanx, they kept firing at the enemy.

Seeing the enemy falling to the ground from time to time, the musketeers would shout excitedly.

But this joy cannot last long.

Whenever someone immediately came to the bench for the dead, the terrifying ferry gun was raised opposite, and the model army would cause panic before the enemy was shot.

The square formation was still approaching, and the spearman's sharp spear seemed to have poked the enemy's eyes.

But even this distance seems to be endless.

It seems that people will pay the price of bleeding every few steps. More and more soldiers fall down, so that when the people behind them have to step on their companions' bodies or find ways to get around them.

The speed of the square formation was slowing down. Although the enemy was also injured and killed by the model munitions, even the most ordinary soldiers could see that the situation was developing in a direction that was unfavorable to the Castiles.

Gonzalo stared at the fierce battle that was happening in front of him with a serious expression.

The unexpectedly powerful firepower of the enemy's left wing made him feel vaguely uneasy.

At the same time, like Ruosha, Gonzalo realized that the key to the entire battle was the battle in the central part.

A shell suddenly penetrated into the square from the frontmost square formation.

Even Gonzalo in the rear seemed to see a fragment of a human body that suddenly flew up in the square formation.

The casualties caused by the shell were so huge that the entire square seemed to be in chaos.

But unexpectedly, the square did not collapse. On the contrary, a cheer suddenly erupted from the panicked soldiers.

Gonzalo narrowed his eyes and stared at the square formation that looked chaotic because of the heavy damage, until a wave of sound came from the front of the square formation.

"It's a confrontation!"

An officer couldn't help but shouted joy, and then he immediately looked at Gonzalo.

Gonzalo was not unhappy because of his subordinates' disobedience. He also nodded his head and said with relief: "It's a confrontation."

After paying a terrible price, the model military formation finally approached the Sicilian battle line.

The front square immediately launched a tragic hand-to-hand battle with the enemy without hesitation.

The sharp forest composed of terrifying spears pierced the enemy wildly, splashing blood and tearing limbs, and the lives of those who were originally alive were killed in an instant.

Screams, cries, fights and screams were confused with the dying people's final shouts of prayer or wail. This moment on the battlefield was a living hell and everyone's nightmare.

The entire Castile line cheered, and the phalanx formation inspired by its companions began to approach the enemy regardless of everything.

One after another, the model troops that intersected the enemy's hand-to-hand sword began to fight back.

It was noon and the sun was in its fortunate position.

Such a strange scene appeared on the plain outside the town of Rio in the south of Saville.

When the Castiles on the left wing encountered a fatal blow and fled to their own positions in a panic, the Sicilians on the front line were forced to retreat because of the gradual wavering.

On the other side, on the Sicilian right wing, Pagasus, who had already dug out a pit of earth on the ground because of his impatience, suddenly felt that the reins that had been tightly tied suddenly loosened.

Then, accompanied by a sudden pain from the abdomen, Pagasus involuntarily spread his limbs with the order from his master and rushed forward like crazy.

"Come on, Sher!"

The shouting was sent far away by the wind and poured into the ears of the Balkans who were also impatient to wait.

"See the order of the master!"

Sher tried hard to chase the horse towards the master in front.

"Come on Pagasus, this is probably the last time we two have charged!"
Chapter completed!